Yay! Six sentence Sunday again! This week’s six is from my current untitled WIP – a paranormal BDSM for Sizzler Editions.
He let the door to the club slam shut behind him as he went in after the band and crew.
“Gentlemen,” he called into the darkness of backstage. “Zip your pants and say goodbye to your dates. We roll out in three minutes.”
The sounds of disappointment and scrambling left Drake smiling. On more than one occasion, he’d left someone behind.